SNK RIVAILLE EDITION

Intro

*6 years before the fall of Wall Maria*

Rivaille's boots smacked against the stone road. His hands supported his neck by locking his fingers tightly together. He looked to his right at the brown haired girl smirking beside him. Her hair and eye color seemed to match his own.

Do to his size Levi looked younger than he was so you would not know that there were nine years between the two of them. He turned his gaze away and spoke, "You don't have to go you know. You could just stay safe and sound behind these walls and let me do all the fighting."

This caused the girl to chuckle, "I'm no warrior like you Ravioli..."

He cut her off, "Would you stop fucking calling me by that stupid nickname."

She gave Levi an amused look, "As I said I'm not a warrior like you. In fact I'm a total klutz and will probably get myself killed..."

"That's what I've been telling you for the past week." Levi grumbled. He could see the fire in her eyes, the yearning for an adventure.

The young brown haired girl coughed at him, "I'm still not done." There was a long pause. "Rivaille, they need me and you know that. Out of all the people trapped in these crowded walls I'm the only one with this..." she grasped for the word. "Gift. I may not be the best fighter but I am a great medic. I'm also a good scout who can travel through tough terrain and I can make the best maps."

Levi looked at her with sad eyes knowing that she was leaving out the most important part. "And all those things are because of your memory. The only reason the higher ups want you on this, quest, mission, whatever the hell it is, is because you can document and map everything. If you even get that far away from the wall."

She looked down at her slow moving feet. "I know that this... memory of mine is no blessing, for either of us. In fact it's probably been more of a curse. But you can't say anything that would stop me from going. Still it's good to hear your concern big brother."

Rachelle, Levi's younger sister gave him a gentle smile and carried on with her walk. However he paused watching the back of her head as she walked. Yeah, I know that it has been a curse, he thought. I know that better than anyone.

Rivaille remembered everything, his mother dying, the awful pictures Rachelle had drawn of the plague that their mother had gotten. He could see the fear on his little sister's face every day. He knew that no matter what she couldn't forget watching their mother die. Rachelle had and would always remember every single detail.

He could remember Rachelle's screams and whimpers in the middle of the night and how she trembled in his arms. She would even sleep with him on occasion because the fear of being alone was too strong. They had promised one another to always stick together and that neither would die before he or she had gotten ten gray hairs on his/her head.

She stopped and turned back looking at him, that fire burning brightly in her eyes, "You comin' Ravioli?"

He shot Rachelle a glare and stepped forward following her to headquarters mumbling a few curses under his breath.